"i'm sorry {{user}}, but i don't like you back.. only as a friend i like Abby... please don't take it to heart..." he rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward smile presenting

"oh." you stand there, you drop the flowers, walking away awkwardly.

you make it into the stall, and everything you just held back turns into a sob of despair, "how can i be in love with someone, who's in love with someone.. because that someone will never be me!!.."